Chapter 389

The ink on the desk was shaken, and a few drops splashed onto the plain paper.

It blurred into black marks, making Yuwen Hu's face look even uglier at this moment.

"Holy crap!"

Chen Yan witnessed this scene, his pupils shrinking slightly. He blinked in disbelief, looking at the document that had been slapped hard on the desk, and then at the cold air almost solidifying around Yuwen Hu, his heart shaking violently: "What kind of thing could make my Grand Chancellor father so furious?!"

What kind of transgression against the dragon's scale could make his Grand Chancellor father, who usually didn't show his emotions, fly into such a thunderous rage...

Chen Yan was inexplicably curious.

The document in Gongyang Hui's fingertips still carried the scent of ink, but his body couldn't help but shrink back half a step, his gaze glued to that document, his Adam's apple rolling, his heart tightening: "How much heaven-defying and people-resenting content is there in this document sent by the Heavenly Office?!"

Having followed his master for so long, this was the first time he had seen him so out of character, flying into such a rage...

Chen Yan and Gongyang Hui met each other's eyes and exchanged a look, both of them filled with understanding and gravity.

The two of them bowed almost at the same time, cupped their hands in front of their foreheads, and advised in unison: "I ask the Grand Chancellor to calm your anger!"

Yuwen Hu's chest was still heaving. He closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose, and then his white-knuckled hand picked up the celadon tea bowl from the desk. The tea lid and the bowl rim collided, making a soft sound.

As the scalding tea entered his throat, his Adam's apple rolled twice, and the terrifying cold air around him finally dissipated a bit.

After his breathing became steady, Yuwen Hu reached out and picked up the "culprit" document from the desk, pressed his fingertips heavily on the edge of the paper, and then handed it to Chen Yan, who was standing below, saying: "A Yan, come and look at the content of this document..."

His voice was still deep and hoarse, but the previous rage was gone.

Only suppressed coldness remained.

"Yes." Chen Yan responded in a deep voice, took the document with both hands, and then unfolded it.

His gaze scanned from top to bottom. At first, it carried a bit of scrutinizing calmness, but the further he read, the tighter his brows knitted, and his face sank inch by inch.

"Rebellion of refugees in Hezhou?"

"Tuyuhun took the opportunity to attack the pass, burning, killing, and looting?"

His words were filled with gravity and worry.

He gripped the document with slight force, and the paper was creased even deeper.

Until he finished reading the last word, Chen Yan slowly raised his eyes, his face no longer calm, only deep gravity remaining.

He suddenly understood the reason for his Grand Chancellor father's fury...

Especially Tuyuhun's kicking them while they were down.

It was an open provocation to Great Zhou; it was unbearable!

"Rebellion of refugees in Hezhou?"

Gongyang Hui, standing to the side, repeated Chen Yan's murmur just now, feeling very puzzled, and muttered in his heart: "Hezhou didn't suffer a very serious disaster last winter, not enough to lead to this situation..."

As a staff member, Gongyang Hui had assisted his master in handling court affairs and offered advice...

And he knew a little about the situation in Hezhou. It had snowed heavily, but not seriously. Just in case, he had sent people to send money and grain to stabilize the situation.

It was completely impossible to form large-scale refugees...

How could such a change occur?

It was truly a strange thing!

There was something weird in this, very wrong...

Chen Yan raised his hand and handed the document to Gongyang Hui beside him.

Gongyang Hui hurriedly bowed to take it, and just as his gaze fell on the words "Tuyuhun attacking the pass," he heard a roar explode in the hall.

"The Inspector and Governor of Hezhou are both bucket-heads!"

"What are they doing!"

Yuwen Hu slapped the desk with one palm, and the tea bowl that had just returned to its place shook again, tea splashing a few drops onto the desk.

His chest heaved violently, and he pointed at the direction of the document and scolded angrily: "These two mediocrities, it's one thing to fail to defend the land, but they actually indulged the refugees to rebel and foreign enemies to invade!"

"They actually let people climb onto their noses to this extent!"

"Treating our border as something they can take at will, what face do they have to see the people of the world!"

Chen Yan stood silently for a moment, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the jade belt at his waist, lost in thought, his mind repeatedly sorting out the time of the refugee uprising and the route of Tuyuhun's attack in the document.

His brows knitted into a deep "chuan" character, and his face added a bit more gravity than before.

After his Grand Chancellor father's angry voice subsided slightly, Chen Yan stepped forward, lowered his head, and said in a deep voice: "Grand Chancellor, perhaps this is not the dereliction of duty of the Hezhou Inspector and Governor..."

This rebellion and foreign invasion had too many things wrong...

Although the refugee rebellion started in a hurry, it could accurately avoid the deployment of the state garrison.

Tuyuhun had only dared to harass the border in recent years, but this time they were able to break through the pass in one fell swoop.

These two places were too suspicious, as if someone was guiding them in the dark, working from the inside and outside.

If it were just local officials derelicting their duty, it would never be so "meticulous"!

And, wasn't the timing too coincidental?

Yuwen Hu still had lingering anger. Hearing this, he raised his brows, his tone carrying a bit of impatience, and he almost blurted out: "A Yan, you have no friendship with those two, there is no need to open for them..."

But before the word "open" was spoken, he stopped abruptly, his hand under the black robe sleeve stiffened slightly, as if he realized something, "Wait! A Yan, what do you mean by this?"

Immediately, he stared sharply at Chen Yan, the anger in his tone replaced by urgency: "Is there any discovery?"

Chen Yan nodded slightly, his gaze becoming deeper, his tone deep and condensed: "Grand Chancellor, there are many suspicious points in this..."

He paused, and after choosing his words, continued: "How could mere refugees who are starving and not wearing armor burst forth with such impact?"

"Don't you feel that this rebellion is somewhat too similar to the previous rebellion in Qinzhou..."

It was not that Chen Yan looked down on refugee rebellions, but in this era, the difference in combat effectiveness between whether the army wore armor or not was extremely vast.

Although the Hezhou soldiers were not elite, they were regular troops who had been trained and equipped with swords, spears, and armor.

A group of starving and cold people, with no command and dispatch, and no equipment advantage, how could they have such powerful combat effectiveness, and even accurately find the location of the granary, and even defeat the garrison?

If there was no one inciting and commanding in the middle, it would be a ghost!

And the more Chen Yan thought about it, the more he felt that this Hezhou refugee rebellion had an inexplicable sense of familiarity...

Especially the incitement of the refugees, which was very much like the handwriting of some old acquaintances.

The only difference was the addition of Tuyuhun cavalry attacking the pass!

After listening to Chen Yan's analysis, Yuwen Hu walked back behind the desk and sat down, his fingertips repeatedly rubbing the edge of the celadon tea bowl.

In the silence in the study, the angry look on his face gradually faded, replaced by a bottomless gravity.

Those ignored details connected in his mind—

The precise tactics of the refugees, the sudden attack of Tuyuhun, and the "leader wearing a black scarf" vaguely mentioned in the document, instantly pointed to a name that had almost been forgotten.

Yuwen Hu gripped the tea bowl abruptly, his tone no longer having the previous rage, only bone-chilling coldness: "A Yan, you mean that in this Hezhou refugee rebellion, there are remnants of the Tongtian Society making trouble?"

"Exactly." He nodded slightly, a trace of gloom flashing in his eyes.

He lowered his eyes and recalled for a moment, his words full of gravity: "During the pacification of Qinzhou, I accidentally let the remnants of the Tongtian Society escape, and the evil was not completely eradicated..."

"And the direction they fled was exactly the Hezhou area bordering Tuyuhun!"

Having said that, his brows knitted tightly, full of regret.

Even if he had resisted the order at the beginning, he should have pursued and cleared them to the end...

Unfortunately, money can't buy foresight!

But the only thing to be thankful for was that this was not the plowing of the court by Cheng Hua, and the clear oil of Hill, which did not cause too much trouble, and there was still a chance to remedy it.

"Heh!"

Yuwen Hu snorted coldly, his eyes full of murderous intent and ruthlessness, his knuckles tapping heavily on the desk.

Sure enough, everything must be cut off at the roots and killed!

Chen Yan's brows knitted slightly, his fingertips rubbing back and forth on the jade belt at his waist, as if sorting out his chaotic thoughts.

A moment later, he looked up at his Grand Chancellor father, who was full of murderous intent, bowed and cupped his hands, his tone carrying a cautious speculation: "I suspect that during the year they were silent and dormant, they hooked up with Tuyuhun and received assistance from Xiahou Fuyun!"

Thinking back to those years, this Grand Chancellor, who held great power, was also a person with illustrious military achievements.

Between them and the Tongtian Society, I am afraid they have reached a deep cooperation!

They agreed to attack Great Zhou at the same time...

Gongyang Hui stood in the corner with his hands down, his fingertips unconsciously rolling the corner of the document, listening to Chen Yan's analysis without missing a word.

He quietly raised his eyes to glance at the grave atmosphere in the study, and then quickly lowered his head, unable to help but sigh in his heart: "The new emperor has just ascended the throne, and such a movement has been made..."

"It seems that the Tongtian Society is really tired of living!"

Actually, how many people died in Hezhou and how much turmoil it caused was a small matter, but the face of the Grand Chancellor and Great Zhou was a big matter...

It was simply asking for death!

Yuwen Hu leaned back, leaning heavily on the chair covered with soft cushions, his thumb unconsciously turning the jade thumb ring on his knuckle, the friction of the jade making a slight rustling sound.

The murderous intent in his eyes faded slightly, but still condensed with coldness. His gaze fell heavily on Chen Yan, and he asked straight to the point: "A Yan, what do you think should be done?"

Chen Yan gripped his fist abruptly, the veins on his knuckles protruding. There was not a shred of hesitation in his eyes, all filled with biting murderous intent, his voice clanging like gold and iron: "Kill!"

A single word was sonorous and powerful, shaking the air in the study as if it had condensed a bit.

"Uproot the Tongtian Society!"

"And annihilate the Tuyuhun cavalry who dared to invade the border!"

He stepped forward, his gaze burning as he looked at the Grand Chancellor, his tone ruthless and decisive: "Build their heads into a Jingguan to deter the petty!"

The hidden danger must never be left behind.

The neighbor to the west should also be beaten hard.

Let the people of the world see that those who collude with foreign enemies and cause chaos in the country will have no place to be buried!

Cold light flashed in Yuwen Hu's eyes. He stood up straight from the chair, slapped the desk heavily, and finally showed a satisfied look on his face, laughing: "Good, very good!"

"What I want is this sentence from you!"

A Yan's idea coincided with his...

Chen Yan bowed and cupped his hands, solemnly saying: "I will definitely make them have no return!"

"Manifest the heavenly might of Great Zhou!"

The fighting spirit in his eyes burned fiercely.

Chen hadn't led troops for a long time, and his hands were very itchy...

Yuwen Hu turned the jade thumb ring, his face glowing coldly under the candlelight. After a moment of thoughtful silence, as if weighing the importance of the war situation, he said: "This time there are three forces, coming fiercely, and the opponent's strength cannot be underestimated..."

Having said that, he waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "I will give you eight hundred elite cavalry!"

"Eight hundred?"

"Eight hundred!"

At that moment, Chen Yan's eyes suddenly brightened, like a torch suddenly lit in the dark night.

This was a magical number!

Huo the Cavalry General: Eight hundred is eight hundred, a hundred miles to copy the rear and destroy the Xiongnu.

Zhang Liao: Eight hundred is eight hundred, eight hundred tigers galloping across the river.

Li Second Phoenix: Eight hundred is eight hundred, eight hundred Xuanwu Gate showdown.

Judy: Eight hundred is eight hundred, Fengtian Jingnan.

Chen: Eight hundred is eight hundred, but take out your student ID and look at it!

Yuwen Hu tapped the desk with his knuckles, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and said loudly: "I will also give you the power to adjust the military and political affairs of Hezhou, Weizhou, and Shanzhou!"

"And the power to act conveniently!"

"You can execute first and report later, everything is decided by you!"

Must give those guys a profound and thorough lesson.

Yuwen Hu also believed that this child could do it...

"Tsk!"

Gongyang Hui couldn't help but smack his lips when he heard this, and sighed in his heart: "Tuyuhun and the Tongtian Society are really looking for death..."

His master was really angry this time.

The sharpest knife plus eight hundred elite cavalry, and the armies of the three states...

They were probably going to be razed to the ground!

"Thank you, Grand Chancellor!"

Chen Yan's eyes could not hide his surprise and excitement, the veins on his forehead protruding due to his agitated mood, and he bowed and cupped his hands.

Hezhou, Weizhou, Shanzhou, a full three states!

Combined, there were at least seventy or eighty thousand soldiers, and more than ten thousand could be picked out as elites...

Old Chen was fighting such a wealthy battle for the first time!

Immediately, an extremely bold idea sprouted in his heart...

Yuwen Hu raised his right hand, held up an index finger, the murderous intent in his eyes like a cold blade out of its sheath, his tone cold without a trace of temperature: "A Yan, I have only one requirement, kill all these rebel enemies..."

He paused, his gaze locked on Chen Yan, biting every word heavily: "Use their heads as a congratulatory gift for the new emperor's ascension!"

Since they dared to prick, they had to make these guys pay the price they deserved...

"Obey." Chen Yan nodded and responded in a deep voice.

Yuwen Hu seemed to think of something else and exhorted: "Take A Ze with you!"

"You can choose other partial generals yourself..."

This was also an excellent opportunity for training, and at the same time, it could allow A Ze to brush up on his military merits and gild himself, so he could be granted an official position when he returned.

"Yes." Chen Yan nodded heavily.

Yuwen Hu withdrew his finger and said: "Hezhou is handed over to you!"

He paused and continued: "I will personally watch over this reform of the provincial soldier defects with A Heng..."

Having said that, he waved his hand, signaling that there was no need to say more.

Chen Yan's gaze tightened, he saluted, and without any hesitation, turned and walked out in big strides.

The hem of his robe drew a neat arc in the airflow in the study, his footsteps were steady and powerful, gradually moving away and disappearing.

Gongyang Hui looked at the tall and straight back that was leaving, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "The fierce tiger is out of the gate again..."

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PS: A bit of altitude sickness, not in a good state, will continue to add updates after recovering???????